Yesterday afternoon, I had a conversation with my brother’s ex (who, since they ended on amicable terms, I still chat with on a semi-regular basis).
Excitedly, she talked to me about the biggest update in her life: hearing aides. She’s had progressive hearing loss for as long as I’ve known her; luckily though, her doctors have said she won’t go completely deaf.
She went on and on about the exciting sound discoveries she’s made in the past few days: microwaves humming, water running out of a faucet, her feet hitting the pavement when she walks, TV without closed captioning.
I am so humbled by all of this. Sometimes, I have my own bad days with my disability that make life suck. But most of the time, my life is pretty “normal” . . . or at least some variation of it.
Today I am reminded that every ability, every movement I can still make, every sensation and sense I have, is something to be grateful for.
Today I am excited and in awe of my friend as she gets to rediscover the world in a brand new way, after living with so much silence for the past twenty-nine years.